Glamouring mist, a web of bewilderment and illusion.
Onward, ever onward to keep the tryst come what may. He will not let the elements confound him.
A smudge of darkness against the blanketing grey. Thickening into form and substance, the lone tree emerges. Dead ivy its sole companion, a cruel knife thrust into the trunk holds Boromir’s words. Parchment rips from blade, sound dulled by fog.
No surprise, but disappointment and regret.
A hand upon the deeply fissured bark before he turns to leave.
‘I kept my word, my love.’
Aragorn’s lonely whisper dies unheard.
Again the knife sinks deep.
Summary: I was out in the hot sun reading about Celtic tree lore and this is what happened...
Rated: PG-13
Categories: LOTR FPS Pairing: Aragorn/Boromir
Warnings: NoneChallenges:
Series: NoneChapters: 1 Completed: Yes
Word count: 102 Read: 764
Published: 02 Aug 2009 Updated: 02 Aug 2009